Novel & Cerita Poisonous Woman

“Robert will be here soon. And don't even think you'll be able to get away if that guy shows his face. Since I still need you for my next final plan, at least don't die yet.” That woman's rambling made my eyes glance curiously at how rumpled she looked now. Ragged clothes with black dust all over the circles of her palms, to the soles of her feet. A pale face with beads of cold sweat. And, the very distinctive smell of vomit. “Mattheo poisoned you, right?” my lips moved on their own. I waited for the woman's reaction, which showed shock that could not be deceived. Then the lips that were moving angrily, coughed, before being smothered by the forbidden cigarette she had just lit.

When the person who inhales the poison feels fear, his body system will immediately fool around that it will kill him. Delusional... was the name of this poison. A horrible grin appeared on the woman's face even though her face was wrapped in black cloth. She took a chair and quartered. She landed right in the middle where JB was lying. "It's a pity that I can't play my own game with the three of you," her voice contrasted with the symmetrical figure of her body. Very deep and masculine. She probably used a voice changer so no one would recognize her voice. She sighed as she remembered her three previous players; Maria Labintino, Ralf Ramos, and Carlito Alfonso II.

I said. The woman I got the poison from was an older woman who knew how to make dangerous poisons. She had told me that I only needed a potion of this to cause a miscarriage, and because the poison would not be detected quickly, by the time it was found, it would be impossible for the person to have a baby again. The maid took the bottle from me with her hands shaking. "I'll....I'll do just that," she said. However, someone knocked on my door just then. I frowned and hid the bottle in my pocket. Then I motioned for the maid to open the door.

“D*mmit. It’s a shame your beauty is only for the eyes and not for other parts of the body.” Madame Pandora was so overcome by grief from her husband’s passing from the battle that she ingested some poison in the hopes that she could reunite with him in the afterworld. However, to her surprise, she discovered she possessed a unique body composition that made her immune to the poison. She did not die that day, but the poison would forever remain in her body.

They were talking about the moment I had crashed into the woman in the hat and that woman whom I had been trying to track for a while now was in the next room. I pressed my ear closer to the crack, my heart pounding within my chest. “That poison was created with intention,” the woman said. “It’s not something I can deny if it is found. The moment someone analyzes it, they will know it was not meant for just anyone. It was created with Orion's son in mind. It is made up of every single thing Orion is allergic to. There are only a few people who know about Orion's allergies and I am one of them.” If she had not wanted people to suspect her why had she created such a poison in the first place?

the young woman asked the person next to her. "I will shut myself away, let's wait six more days. Because six days won't be too long for me!" said the woman arrogantly, then sat calmly in the place that had been cleaned for her. Time passed, and this time six days went by. The group of arrogant women smiled, and then she walked out leisurely with her people. When they came out, no one welcomed them, and that made the woman angry. She thought that this sea kingdom was still stupid, not even serving her, who was also a great lady from the upper world, like a queen. But her expression changed when she saw a woman looking at her with a very relaxed attitude. Behind that woman, she saw many peopl

I don’t let her finish before I head out of the room and head toward the club’s front desk, where Tony sits chatting with a woman with large tits and even larger expectations for the evening. “Tony,” I growl, not giving a shit if I was interrupting. “Are you hiring just anyone now?” “What?” He asks, giving me a look of confusion. “What do you mean?” “This woman!” I snap, grabbing the woman who continues to follow me. “She has ingested poison before feeding.” “I didn’t!” She wails, tears falling down her cheeks. “I did no such thing!” For a moment, Tony doesn’t speak as he looks from the woman to me and back.

The woman cut her eyes at him before continuing, “ You are someone you shouldn't be because of the poison in your system.” Poison? “ I was poisoned? But how? With what?” I quickly asked her, and the man, for some unknown reason, didn't like me and shook his head in disappointment at my questions. “ Yes, dear, you were poisoned with wolfbane.” Her words carried a hint of sadness, the way she lowered her head when she said 'wolfbane', telling me that she had experienced something similar. “ Unfortunately, it wasn't fatal because of the mate bond wh-” the man cut him off, “ Which you having completely, why? Don't you like our daughter?” He asks.

Her voice wobbled, and then bam, more tears rolled down her face. I crossed my arms, barely holding back a sigh. Is this woman for real? “I know I have done terrible things,” she continued, clutching her chest like she was delivering a monologue in some tragic play. “And I have paid for them. Believe me, Alpha Perrin, I have suffered enough. But thinking I would go as far as poisoning someone? That’s just cruel.” Was she just saying she wasn’t capable of poisoning me? The same woman who almost had all the guards in the territory force their self on me?

On the night of their fourth wedding anniversary, Raymond Whitmore stood on a Boston stage and unveiled a perfume called Eternal Claire, dedicating it to the woman he swore he would love until his last breath. The world called it the most romantic gesture of the year. Claire called it a cage with a golden lid. Because thirty minutes later, a stranger sent her a video of that same perfume being poured over another woman's naked chest, in a suite two floors below the ballroom, by her husband's very hands. For four years, Claire had traded her PhD, her name, and her silence for a marriage the tabloids envied. In return, she got a mother-in-law who called her barren, a husband who called h